Breastfeeding Buttinsky

This past weekend, I became That Guy. The one that interrupts strangers’ conversations…. AKA The Asshole.

That’s totally me.

We were at dinner on Friday night when the topic of breastfeeding came up at the table behind us. Since the tables were very close together, I heard most of the convo. The couple speaking were expecting their first baby and were talking about how often a newborn breastfed. The dad to be seemed concerned about being able to handle it.

I interrupted them and said I couldn’t help but overhearing. I told them I was a lactation educator and there are several places for them to get support. I wrote down the website of a local support group and my name on the back of a “thank you for nursing in public” card [note to self: I need business cards] and passed it along. I let them know that there’s a lot of support out there if they need it and apologized for interrupting their meal.

Both of them (especially the dad) seemed thankful for the information. He said they had just taken a breastfeeding course and were overwhelmed with the information they got, especially since they were first time parents. I told them that’s exactly where my husband and I were 20 months ago. He seemed a bit relieved. I was glad no one told me to mind my own business or threw a drink in my face. More than anything, it made me want to hurry up and become a lactation consultant.

I genuinely hope I didn’t turn them off to breastfeeding. I wasn’t trying to convince the mom to breastfeed her baby (seemed like they had already decided that), but was letting them know that support is available if they need it. They didn’t seem to take it badly. I hope they kept the card. Even if they didn’t, I offered support and didn’t feel like I was being pushy.

What do you think: was I within my limits or did I cross the line?


4 thoughts on “Breastfeeding Buttinsky

  1. When I had my son, I thought breastfeeding would be a cinch, but it was the hardest thing I ever did in my entire life. For three months I wanted to quit every single day. It wasn't the pain or any other breastfeeding issues but I would fall into a strange depression like place each time I breastfed my son. It was entirely out of my control and it was baffling to me. Thank God I stuck with it thanks to a few great lactation consultants who advised me and supported me and a great husband who supported my choice either way which helped me feel comfortable that this was my choice alone to breastfeed. . . it ended up getting easier and I ended up nursing my son until he was 14 months old and ready to quit, but support and resources are so necessary as there is this assumption by some that its “cheap, easy, and plentiful” and no mention of the difficulties one can face. So, even if you interrupted their dinner, I'm sure when the time comes they will be helpful for the resources they got 🙂


  2. I don't know what I'm doing here, I don't even have a child yet, but I just want to say, it's always great to offer your help to anyone, whereas it is their own choice to speak with you or not, follow your advice or not. That was very kind.
    By the way, your blog is really interesting to read)


  3. Thanks for sharing your story, Aisha. I'm glad to hear from others that I wasn't crossing a line. I hope they get the support they need, if they need it. Thank you for stopping by!


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